Rex, the guy who fucked me senseless last weekend, called me. My husband Karl was away but would be back by midnight. I had time to talk.
Rex started by saying, "Thank you for a wonderful time. I just wanted to thank you. I have not had such feelings coursing through my body in a long, long time. We have the real possibility of creating a special relationship. My body needs your body, badly. I want us to get together again, and again.”
I said nothing, waiting to hear more.
“We need to get things settled between us. By us, I mean you and Karl and me. Do you have time to talk?"
"Karl is out of town until late tonight," I said. "I know what you want me to do: have sex with you again. Go out on the town and climb into bed with you again. Am I to step away from my life and my husband? Is that what you want, for me to leave my life as I know it? It’s far from perfect, but I will not risk everything for another roll in the hay.”
“Can we meet in a middle ground?”
It seemed a fair questions and I replied from my heart. “My husband has been there for me in sickness and in health for half of our lifetimes. I watch the news and I read the gossip columns. I marvel at women who can separate love and sex. Those French and English and Italian couples stay married, even when one or both are having affairs. Sex appears something different over there. It seems that every beach in Europe is a nude beach. Husbands and wives take lovers and sometimes the mate knows and approves.”
I sounded more sure about this than really was. “I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a satisfying romance. Sex with Karl first became mundane, then uncomfortable."
Rex asked, "He hurt you?"
"No, not physically. But Karl's fantasy of watching me make love to someone else unsettled me. His talk made me nervous and I started to wonder, to imagine, to fantasize. Then you came along. You touched me in places I never knew existed. Those foreign wives know something I don't: how to have an affair without ruining a marriage."
"We can do that," said Rex, "but we'll have to get Karl on board. We are just continuing the conversation we had in your den last Sunday afternoon."
I wanted to trust Rex. He was so bold, touching me in front of my husband, in my own home. Karl had told me his side of their Saturday afternoon telephone conversation. We'd had ‘the talk’ on Tuesday. I kept listening for my husband to lay down the law and end this. It never happened.
Rex and I talked for over an hour. His conference was well attended and the networking among the participants reaped benefits for his firm. There were several nations represented at his conference, mostly Western Europeans. A half dozen people from the British Foreign Office were there.
He confessed, “My trade is changing more every day: for the first time, I know I am going to have to go back to school to keep up with my competitors. If I know that, then my superiors know it also. I must stay on top. Most of my equipment is made in Germany or the Far East. I need to learn more about the construction process, so that I can open new markets.
"I admire Karl's determination and zeal. He has lots of interests. Me, I only have two: my job and you."
So he compliments the husband, then pursues the wife.
"You are my inspiration. My friends wondered who that lady was. We were so fortunate to have found each other last Friday night. Karl did us a great favor and me a great honor."
Then Rex dropped the bombshell. "Chances are good that I will be coming back to your area on a regular basis, in about three months."
I said, "Karl was very uncomfortable, to say the least, about what happened last weekend. He accepts some responsibility because he encouraged our affair; he did nothing to stop it."
I told Rex, "Karl promised that he is going to moderate his drinking, lose a little weight and be more responsive to my needs as a woman."
Rex persisted. "I know you love Karl, but you have needs he cannot fulfill. I knew that the first time I met you two. Karl will be easy for us to convince that you need a lover."
"Us?"
"Of course, us."
I had behaved like a slut in front of my husband, in that bar, in the hotel suite and in my home. But things were changing. "Karl and I made a pact to have a date night once a week, where we would get dressed up, go out for dinner and a movie. We are going to find some kind of social or sports activity. Yoga, or volleyball or ballroom dancing. We want to be together more often."
Rex chuckled and said, "Why not do all three?"
Then came Rex's old bait and switch. "Next Sunday, I am flying to London for a meeting. I am in a pow-wow with British people who were at my conference. You could come along. The company will pay for a spouse ticket and I will arrange to fly you back to the States when I start my meetings. I can arrange another room for you, if you want to stay a while longer. After Wednesday, you would be a distraction I do not need.”
Of course, there were strings attached. Transportation to and from Boston was not included. Rex had no objection, if Karl wanted to go. He would order Karl's ticket but Rex would have to be repaid in cash, as soon as we met in the airport in Boston.
“I can reserve a suite, similar to ours of last weekend. Karl must realize that you and I will be sleeping together in the same room and he will be there, too, in his bed.”
Rex asked, "Have you and Karl had sex since you and I became sexual mates?"
"We slept in separate rooms Sunday night. I tried to seduce him Monday night. Karl refused to touch me. Then, he softened. We got close Tuesday night and cleared the air. We had some romance, too. I was able to deep throat him. I have not been able to do that to you, Rex. I swallowed all of Karl's cum."
Rex surprised me by saying, "Good.”
“Huh?”
"You realize your cunt belongs to me now? I prefer you two to have oral sex only, but that is not my decision."
"That is a difficult decision and one that I am not willing to make right now," I said. "You will learn my decision when the time comes. End of discussion, Rex."
"You are just delaying the inevitable. We have been talking for over an hour already."
We were having our first argument, but he pressed on. I began to fold. "I expect to be the only man who cums in your cunt. From now on put a condom on Karl when you let him fuck you. That is non-negotiable."
The call did not end well, because everything was just like before: up in the air.
Rex said he needed an answer about the Sunday flight by nine Thursday night. "Just text me either way."
"I will talk to Karl but I can't make any promises."
Karl got home Wednesday night. We stayed up late and watched the ‘Game of Crowns' show on DVR. I was so ashamed to pretend the plot twists were new to me. That Saturday night, in the hotel, Rex and I had ordered room service, cuddled and watched TV. Rex insisted on watching my show and asked all about it. A devious fellow, I was learning. I had asked Karl to wait until we could watch the special together, but I saw the season premier anyway.
Admittedly, I had missed some of the dialogue while explaining a few things to Rex; maybe, technically, I had not broken a promise!
I let Karl sleep in Thursday. When I brought him his coffee I put a condom package on the tray. He jumped!
I asked Karl, “How can people live like those Europeans do, or those folks in those costume dramas? I am beginning to see how a mate can have a spouse and a lover.”
I jumped into Rex’s proposal. “Now that I have another man, I don’t want to give him up.”
We looked away, we looked back at each other and I sighed. “Of course, if you say no, the whole affair is ended right now.”
He'd think about it. I cuddled him. Then I told him about Rex's phone call, and the London trip. We knew the price we'd pay: my pussy would belong to Rex.
I reiterated, “You can say no and it will be over. I will abide by your decision, for the good of our marriage. I want to do this London thing and I still love you, Karl. I will help you keep your promises on weight, drinking, and our social life together. We can have sex as often as you want it. I make no threats about taking another lover: it is Rex or nobody else. If you say no, it is finished."
I wrapped it up with my best shot at keeping a marriage and Rex. "Being with another man started out as your fantasy and I learned to like it. Tell me a fantasy that we can turn into reality."
Finally he said, "I don't know why, but the idea of you sleeping with another man turns me on. I would want to be in the room with you, watching you two. Can I join in?"
I said, "This is your fantasy, but I want Rex to turn it into reality."
Karl responded, "I’d want to see Rex fucking you. I’d want to see how you two start, who touches what. I want to watch you two making out, from the very beginning. I want to hear what he calls you. You say he is uncircumcised but you suck him anyway. How long? I wonder how your body moves, seen from across a bed or from across a room. How long does he keep his mouth on your pussy? Does he go for hours, like in the movies?”
“If Rex tells you to stay away from us while we are intimate," I said, "you will have to do as he says. If he invites you to join us, you certainly may.”
I was trying to set some ground rules and I asked him if he wanted to hear more about myself and Rex. He nodded his head. So I told him, “One thing with Rex, I get so hot quickly. If he is going down on me, I start to rub my own tits. One or the other, then both. I even cross my arms.”
I continued his thoughts for him, “Maybe we both can learn something." I knew what turned Karl on: me talking freely about having sex with someone else. That is what started this whole thing. So, I carried on. “I already wrote you a detailed letter of our Friday night affair. I think I told you everything. Did you keep it?”
“Yeah. But I don’t know why. I put it away for safekeeping. I am afraid that if I read it again, I will get excited.”
“That is quite a confession. So you get turned on thinking about Rex and me?”
He was quiet but did not move.
I pursued his idea. “Would you want be naked when you watch me suck someone off? Standing or sitting on a chair in the corner? Would you hold my hand or my tits if I begged you to get involved?”
“That’s a lot to think about.” Karl was evasive again.
“What about filming us? Would you do that?”
Up until this affair, I had tolerated his whispers about how Karl liked to see me fuck. Now, on this morning, I played the role of porn star. I set the scene for sex. I talked to an imaginary cameraman filming us. I told the cameraman to pull his pants down and whip out his dick But he was not allowed to touch it.
"Mr. Cameraman, show me your dick," I said as I caressed Karl’s balls. I rubbed his now-erect dick. Pre-cum leaked.
"Look at that, Karl. His dick is sticking right at us, right at my cunt. You don't mind me looking at another man's dick, do you?"
"No."
"Can I ask him to come closer? I want to see if he has any pre-cum on the tip yet, like yours. May I look at his dick close up? You make sure he keeps his hands behind his back."
I asked my imaginary cameraman, "Do you want to stick that long dick in my cunt?" I pulled up my dress and opened my legs. I pulled my panties to the side.
"Karl. Do you want to see me fuck that long, fat dick right now? Look how the veins are pulsing. His hairy balls have some kind of smell, don’t they?”
To the cameraman, “No sir. Not a bad smell, just an aroma that turns me on, makes my cunny even wetter. You will have to wear a rubber before you can fuck me. This cunt belongs to someone else, but you can borrow it for a while.” I tried to sound coquettish.
Karl was getting red in the face and starting to breathe heavy. He said, "I'd love to see you suck on a dick and stick it into your cunt."
Karl guessed I had a dildo, but he'd not seen it until now. I pulled Peter from his hiding place. I started to rub my tits with him. Karl got hard. I held Peter between my tits and pushed him up so I could lick his tip. Karl got closer.
I ordered, “Karl, get completely naked. I want to see two pricks at one time.”
Karl stripped and stood. He started making these little noises, grunts, as he held my tits against the dildo. Then Karl started to tweak my nipples. I sighed.
"Bite my nipple. Leave a mark to show my husband I've been fucked." Karl bit too hard but I did not complain.
"Oh, I wish there was another man here now to bite the other one. Would you like that, Karl?"
Karl grunted, "Uh.